Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Brick,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.